CH 7
It was still unknown how far this post could go. After a morning passed, Ji Xingjue was being stared at wherever he went.
―Look all you want, it’s not like I’ll lose a piece of meat being looked at.
Ji Xingjue’s mentality was very good, and he even went back to the laboratory to take a nap against time.
Song Mei simply admired: “Brother Ji, the environment outside is so dangerous of crazy killing, how did you make yourself as sure as houses?”
Ji Xingjue took a look at him, hooked his finger, motioned him to approach, and whispered in a low voice, “If you were being criticized and scolded ‘wretched ghost’, ‘traitor’ and ‘inferior slave’ behind your back for seven years, you will also remain unmoved by honour or disgrace as much as I am.”
Song Mei was dumbfounded: “If you’re like this, it will make me the person who asks the question very guilty.”
“And,”
Song Mei madly waved his hand: “Don’t, don’t. Speak anymore and I’ll cry…”
“How do you know,” Ji Xingjue’s lips curled up with a subtle smile, “the rumors are just rumors?”
Not only Qi Qing approved the project funds, he also provided a full board, and if he compared the words of provided for a kept mistress as in rumors, it seemed to be related to each other.
Song Mei suddenly panicked.
The afternoon lecture was about to begin and the laboratory building was a bit far from the auditorium. Song Mei, as his assistant, went to the auditorium with Ji Xingjue.
In the lounge at the back of the auditorium, there were a few acquaintances—some of them were not considered “humans.”
Several bionic people stood by the table. From the outside, they were no different from ordinary people. Under the effect of special materials and new types of chips, they had extremely realistic and docile expressions.
Ai Li slapped off a teacup that a bionic man handed to him, with disgust on his face: “Stay a bit away from me.”
The bionic human had no sense of autonomy, maintaining a polite and gentle smile as he wiped the spilled tea.
The author has something to say:
Ji, very straightforward, Xingjue
―Look all you want, it’s not like I’ll lose a piece of meat being looked at.
Ji Xingjue’s mentality was very good, and he even went back to the laboratory to take a nap against time.
Song Mei simply admired: “Brother Ji, the environment outside is so dangerous of crazy killing, how did you make yourself as sure as houses?”
Ji Xingjue took a look at him, hooked his finger, motioned him to approach, and whispered in a low voice, “If you were being criticized and scolded ‘wretched ghost’, ‘traitor’ and ‘inferior slave’ behind your back for seven years, you will also remain unmoved by honour or disgrace as much as I am.”
Song Mei was dumbfounded: “If you’re like this, it will make me the person who asks the question very guilty.”
“And,”
Song Mei madly waved his hand: “Don’t, don’t. Speak anymore and I’ll cry…”
“How do you know,” Ji Xingjue’s lips curled up with a subtle smile, “the rumors are just rumors?”
Not only Qi Qing approved the project funds, he also provided a full board, and if he compared the words of provided for a kept mistress as in rumors, it seemed to be related to each other.
Song Mei suddenly panicked.
The afternoon lecture was about to begin and the laboratory building was a bit far from the auditorium. Song Mei, as his assistant, went to the auditorium with Ji Xingjue.
In the lounge at the back of the auditorium, there were a few acquaintances—some of them were not considered “humans.”
Several bionic people stood by the table. From the outside, they were no different from ordinary people. Under the effect of special materials and new types of chips, they had extremely realistic and docile expressions.
Ai Li slapped off a teacup that a bionic man handed to him, with disgust on his face: “Stay a bit away from me.”
The bionic human had no sense of autonomy, maintaining a polite and gentle smile as he wiped the spilled tea.
The author has something to say:
Ji, very straightforward, Xingjue
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